Stream of Consciousness

Love cannot blossom from humiliation
He walked behind me at every step, looking for ways to trip me up. Writing in my Notes app felt like a betrayal, even though he could see it wasn't a message to someone else.
By Sun Bee3 months ago in Poets
My Birthday Wish
My Birthday Wish that is probably not a wish at all. What is a birthday wish and what kind of wish would I make- I have what I need and for the most part what I wanted
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Poets
The Forgotten Filipino Freedom Fighters . . . It starts with love. . . love more. .
Filipino Freedom Fighters: The War Against the White Man's Burden "Kill Everyone Over Ten" The Philippines-American War (1899-1902) remains a forgotten war of recorded atrocities, tortures, massacres, and concentration camps, as General Jacob H. Smith ordered and stated:
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne3 months ago in Poets
A Moment
It's 2 AM and I've just woken up feeling like I'm already behind. Why does my mind never stop? Am I good enough? I reason with my nervous system. If I go back to sleep and wake at four I would've gotten my sleep and I can have some quiet before my day begins.
By Mezmur3 months ago in Poets
Foreign Currency
When the ringing church bells no longer mark time When the darting swallows no longer trace lines across the sky When the savory pastries no longer saturate taste buds
By Alyssa Musso3 months ago in Poets
These Memories
I have spent more time thinking about this, more than I can possibly explain. Not because I didn’t know what I wanted to say, but because every time I tried to put my feelings into words, they seemed too small for what I carry in my heart. I would start with one sentence, then stop. I would write a paragraph, then stare at it for a while, realizing it barely scratched the surface. I would think of a memory, smile, and suddenly find myself overwhelmed by all the things I wished I could tell you.
By Zakari Runge3 months ago in Poets
Moonlit Melody
On the solstice in June Under a full Strawberry Moon Within a field of wild flowers Dancing under the meteor showers Barefooted, in her gown of white
By Mother Combs3 months ago in Poets
F7S9EBPD0ERAGE89YF79EWY. Content Warning.
So twisted and tangled in turmoil conflicted with my image, I'm completely mangled. I can't let go of my broken home, it's breaking my bones. I can't stop looking around the room , knowing there's no one.
By CotardDelusionz3 months ago in Poets
Please...
Why does no one Seem to see How much I'm hurting How much they've hurt me Do I hide it that well I'm hurting so much Someone please see me
By CotardDelusionz3 months ago in Poets
Maybe in another
I've tried it all Every remedy Every medicine Why did none of it help me Why do I still feel so haunted I'm still barely able to be
By CotardDelusionz3 months ago in Poets
Son
I'm sorry mother I don't know how to be The eldest son Or The eldest brother Its hard going everyday Carrying so many expectations
By CotardDelusionz3 months ago in Poets
No Comfort
It's late I can't help but lay awake Because I'm so afraid My heart races I wish there was something to sedate I hate this feeling on me
By CotardDelusionz3 months ago in Poets